Would You Still Care?

*Gerard*
Frank looked nervous, he kept checking his surroundings, like a moose for wolves. The wolves, in this case, being Trent and James. I'm going to kick their asses, even if it kills me. To tell you the truth though, I'd rather it not kill me. I grabbed Frank's small hand, intertwining our fingers.
"You don't have to be afraid, I'll beat their asses if they hurt you again." Frank shook his head, looking at me with pleading eyes.
"Don't. They will make you're life a living hell. I'm not worth it." He spoke, tightening his grip on my hand.
"We go down together or we don't go down at all. You are worth so much more than you'll ever know, so don't go there. Not to mention, we are already going to hell." I pulled him into the corner between the hall and the library entrance, pinning him there. "This." I pressed my lips against his. "Is why." My lips found my way back to his again, "We are going to hell." I pulled away, smiling as our eyes met. He smiled until he looked over my shoulder, his face draining of color.
"Looks like our little fag, got himself a boyfriend. He's pretty isn't he? Gerard's more of a Gwen, a little pixie. What do you say Trent? Should be beat them now or later?"
"Well, they're already cornered, why wait?" Fucking hell.
"Don't you fucking dare!" I said with what I hoped sounded menacing.
"Or what, Gwen? You going to use your pixie dust and send us to Oz?" James spoke laughing at his own joke.
"No, dumbfuck, I'm going to beat your ass into a pulp."
"Getard, it's two against one. You really think you can, come out unscathed?" I nodded, taking a step forward. "Wow you've got some balls, lucky Frank, bet he loves sucking you off. " That's it. I'm going to kill him. I lunged forward and connected my fist with Trent's nose, eliciting a sickening crunch. Trent clutched at his nose, gritting his teeth.
"Usually, I don't hit girls, but for you, I'll make an exception." Trent's eyes flashed with utter hatred, masking his pain. "I'm going to enjoy this." Trent pushed me against Frank, slamming us into the wall.
"Run and hide." I whispered. Frank shook his head. "Do it, I can protect myself. It's you I'm more worried about." He took off towards the girls bathroom, down by the art room.
"Leave him." Trent muttered to James, grabbing me by the hair, and slamming my head against the brick wall. "We can still have fun with Gwen here..." My vision blurred, the grey television static filling my head. Next I was tossed onto the floor, landing hard on my back. Holy shit! That fucking hurts! The pain went up and down my spine, like needles in my skin. The fall made all of the air leave my already oxygen deprived lungs, my breathing was labored. I felt a blow to my face, successfully splitting open my lip, blood dripping down my face.
"How do you like this, Gwen? Don't you wish you would have let Frank take this round?"
"No." I grit out. "This is nothing."
"Oh, getting brave are we?" Not exactly, just waiting for the next punch, a teacher is right behind you. James pulled back his fist, ready to give me a matching black eye to Frank's.
"Boys, what do you think you're doing?" Came an annoying Texas accent, Mrs. Wiluz, thank god.
"Uh...fu-" They started running in the opposite direction.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes" I said getting up and heading to the girls bathroom, leaving Mrs. Wiluz to figure out what the hell just happened, herself. I found Frank in one of the girls stalls, tears soaking his cheeks. "Hey, Frank, look at me. I'm fine."
"I'm so sorry." He said pulling at his own hair.
"Shh...it's okay, what do you say we go home? We can forget today even happened." He shook his head, letting me take his hand, and drag us out of the school.
Once I got us into our house, I pulled him onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around us. "I love you." I signed, bringing my broken lips to his. "You are my everything."
"I love you too." Frank mumbled back.

Notes

Filler chapter, but hey better than nothing! :-)